10-23-2018, 10:48 PM
LUCERYS VELARYON // M, 20 M/O // SUNHAVEN
"is she not answering?" lucerys chirped as he rushed over, having been laying not too far off from marina's own home. he had been worried- he knew, he knew she didn't feel well, he could smell the sickness in the air around her. it was sickening, it made him want to puke, but he knew it. he didn't miss all of the soft words the muttered, his enhanced hearing straining to listen for any signs of life behind the door of darkness that was her chambers.
"marina! marina, come and stand up, please!" lucerys called out to the woman, tense shoulders worrying themselves as his wings unfolded, nervously flapping behind him, sending debris flying from the pressure. it was obvious that at this point, he wasn't calm at all. "she reeked of sickness before, i don't smell it anymore, wendell." he empathized, his tail whipping behind him as his ears leaned eagerly forward. lack of sick smell usually meant the person was cured, or dead. right?
if she didn't reply, he was going to make that move himself- fuck privacy right now- the helion was sick- or passed out- or dead.
WHY SHOULD I PLAY THIS GAME OF PRETEND?